'If you look back too much, you will soon be headed that way '

  I can't stop. My legs can't last much longer but the one thing I know is that I musn't stop. If I stop something very bad is going to happen. I can hear his footsteps. The shouts through his smirk. He knows he's winning. He knows my weaknesses. As I trip on an outstretched branch the image of Dean's face flashes through my mind and a sharp pain shoots across my chest. No, not now. I shake my head and carry on running along a dangerously familiar path. The green moss covers the ground hushing my footsteps. I carry on running as the trees lash at me blaming me for what I have done. The light is fading causing the forest's shadows to dance around me. I have been on this beaten path before but when? Suddenly, as I stumble into a clearing the realisation hits me like a punch in the gut. Before me stands a small weathered cottage with a door the perfect shade of lilac. The faded white window ledges that once were filled with tulips and lillies are now filled with debris. My eyes follow the vines that are laced intricately around the edges all the way into the small garden in front. I can almost smell the sweet rose bush and as I slowly walk towards it I feel moisture in my eye. I look over my shoulder at the path that led me here. How could I have not remembered when I used to walk that very route every day? I step back and admire the small cottage to take it all in. For the first time in a long time I feel a sense of belonging. This is my home.

Author's Note

Made some changes, trying to mature the writing.

Reviews

[Craig2591]

I didn't see any glaring errors in grammar or spelling. I think it could be broken up into a couple more paragraphs, though.

"I can't stop. My legs can't last..." A good beginning! Draws the reader in from the very start. I also like "the trees lash at me blaming me for what I have done."

You feed just enough clues to the reader to get them curious without giving things away.